It's 1 AM in Bali
Its 1 AM in Bali. It’s been 3 months since i move to this beautiful island, followed by my intuition that said i have to stay in order to figure who i meant to be and who am i to be. With only 200,000 Rupiah at start, i didn’t have much option to live. But here i am, still standing and still surviving. There’s a lot moment where i feel like im cursed, all those dark times and feelings i feel, those stupid choices i made just to escaping reality. Yet, again at the same time i feel blessed, to be able to feel and see too much from a 22 years old girl whose having her hardest year of her life. If comparing is something right, then make it wrong. I try, hard. I love, hard. But i failed, many many times. Don’t get me wrong, i didn’t regret any of those misunderstood feelings, broken-hearted feelings, and all of those fucked up feelings and the process on how did i even get those. I am fucking grateful towards those. I may seems happy, have such a perfect life, have such wonder